Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Three questions.

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

14 comments:

I'm afraid of everything and nothing. I'm afraid of flying stinging things. I'm afraid of pantylines. I'm afraid that one day, there will be no more coffee in the world. I'm afraid that I'm going to live the rest of my life biting my nails. I'm afraid of 4 inch heels. But mostly, I'm afraid that I'm not giving my daughters the childhood they deserve, I'm afraid of the space that's growing between my husband and I. I'm afraid of not doing my best. But I'm not afraid of thunderstorms, of heights, of the gray hairs I'm starting to find hidden amongst the black, of flying, of rolling around in the grass, of getting sunburnt, of trying new things and taking chances.I love dogs. The bigger, the better. I can't wait to find the perfect giant, drooly, furry dog to lay in a giant, drooly, furry puddle on the kitchen floor for the girls to climb all over.On rainy days we sit on our porch with the windows open and watch the puddles form on the sidewalks. If it's warm enough, we go outside and jump in said puddles. Then we go pack to the porch, and snuggle up on the day bed with hot cocoa and a stack of books, and stay there until bedtime. Unless we forget about bedtime and fall asleep to the rain.

This is beautiful!! It teaches a lesson while telling a story, and I'm absolutely obsessed with this blog post right now. Thank you for inspiring me & giving me three questions to ask the next boys/men I may come across in this life time.

This is really very beautiful. It drew me in and made me want to meet someone new so that I can ask them the same questions. It's rare to find such incredible words on blogs these days - thank you for this :)

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